After washing up in the evening, Wei Min lay on his back on the bed for a while waiting for A Ruan to come back to sleep. Unfortunately, no one came in after waiting for a long time, so he decided to get up and go out to take a look.
It’s already hot in early summer. Opening the windows at night and letting a few cool breezes blow in will make you feel very comfortable.
Ah Ruan opened two windows, sat at the table in her middle clothes, and mended something in front of the candlestick.
Wei Min called him and asked, "Aruan, why aren't you going to bed yet?"
Hearing the voice, A Ruan turned around and looked at Wei Min. Seeing her coming, she smiled and held up the red wedding dress in her hand for her to see.
Wei Min stood behind A'ruan, looked down at the pile of clothes on his legs, frowned slightly, and asked in confusion: "Isn't this Yang Qinyue's wedding dress? How come it's here with you?"
Wei Min bent down, with his chin resting on A'ruan's shoulder. He half-wrapped his arms around him and picked up the wedding dress to look at it carefully. The auspicious dragon and phoenix pattern on the wedding dress that had been cut by Shi Ba had been repaired by A'ruan so that no trace could be seen.
Wei Min put down the wedding dress, straightened up, frowned unhappily, and said in a deep voice, "He asked you to sew it?"
When Ah Ruan heard Wei Min's tone, she knew she was overthinking it. She put down her wedding dress and raised her hand to gesture:
——No, I wanted to mend it myself. After all, this wedding dress is a souvenir that Lord Yang left for Yang Qinyue. He is leaving tomorrow, so I want him to take this with him and marry into a good family in the future.
Ah Ruan lowered his head and gently touched the intertwined dragon and phoenix on the wedding dress with his fingers. He thought that if he repaired the wedding dress for Yang Qinyue, he could let go of his vague thoughts about his wife, find someone to marry, and live a good life.
He is a poor man after all. The most important thing is that Yang Qinyue has lived here for so many days and has not done anything out of the ordinary.
Wei Min smiled and hugged A Ruan from behind, nuzzling behind his ear, and said dissatisfiedly, "There's no need to sew it so carefully, don't let him ruin your eyes."
Ah Ruan felt itchy and tilted his head when she rubbed him. He raised his hand in disapproval:
——Wedding dresses are very important to men.
A man wearing wedding clothes on his wedding day should be the most beautiful moment of his life, so how can he be careless about the clothes he wears?
Looking at A'ruan's dancing fingers under the candlelight, Wei Min couldn't help but think of their wedding day. The wedding dress A'ruan wore that day was not even one-tenth as good as the one Yang Qinyue wore.
The Zhang family would never treat A'ruan the way Lord Yang treated Yang Qinyue. When he got married, not only did he not get a gorgeous wedding dress, but Mrs. Zhang was reluctant to even put a "囍" character on the door.
Think about the day when Erjiu's father brought Erjiu over, and A Ruan repeatedly assured him that he would treat Erjiu well. I'm afraid it was because he could see the worry and anxiety that A Ruan, as a father, felt about his son.
Aruan had never felt the love that only comes from family.
When Wei Min thought of this, his heart ached. He tightened his arms around the man in his arms, lowered his head and gently bit his blessed earlobe, and said incoherently: "Aruan, don't envy others, I love you."
Wei Min's words were incoherent and A'ruan didn't understand them at all.
But when he felt Wei Min's hot breath spraying on his ears and neck, Ah Ruan inexplicably wanted to laugh. He lowered his eyes meekly, leaned his body relaxedly on the chest behind him, his back pressed against her softness, his hand gently rested on the arm that was around his waist, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
The wife's intention to "love" him was indeed very clear.
Seeing that A'ruan had acquiesced, Wei Min bent down, put his arms through his legs, and carried him back to the house, where he naturally began to love him well again.
Afterwards, A'ruan lay sideways in Wei Min's arms, tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes like a cat basking in the sun, enjoying the hand with moderate strength behind him combing his long hair that had just been messed up.
Wei Min opened his five fingers and let A'ruan's smooth and soft hair slide through his fingers. Feeling the silky touch, a sense of accomplishment arose in his heart.
When A'ruan first married her, he was so thin that he was just a bag of bones. His face was pale and not as rosy and healthy as it is now. His long hair was very dry and didn't feel as good as it does now.
Wei Min narrowed his eyes and sighed, A'ruan was getting more and more beautiful as she took care of her.
Look at the hair, it's smooth now, the waist and abdomen are no longer just rows of ribs, and when I run my fingers down along the spine to the base of the tail, the flesh there is much rounder than before...
The meaning of Wei Min's hand changed as she touched her. Before Ah Ruan could react, she was caught off guard and suddenly attacked the place where she had just rested. She immediately let out a sweet moan.
Wei Min immediately pulled him into a new round of bliss on earth.
The next day, A'ruan naturally got up late, and Erjiu made breakfast.
When Wei Min came out of the inner room, Eighteen was sitting at the table chewing a steamed bun with a look of disgust on his face, "The steamed buns weren't steamed thoroughly, they're hard when I bite them."
Erjiu untied the apron around her waist and shook it. He knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't argue with her. He just said, "Wouldn't it be soft if you broke the buns apart and soaked them in porridge?"
Eighteen looked at the light porridge in the bowl and deliberately stirred the rice grains with a spoon, "Do you think it's mutton soaked in steamed buns? You're soaking it in rice. Look at your porridge, there are only two grains of rice. Soaking steamed buns with it will make you even less appetizing."
Erjiu knew why Shiba had been picky about him so early in the morning, so he immediately turned his back to her and stuck out his tongue, pretending that he didn't hear her and didn't bother with her.
Erjiu put her apron aside, went into the kitchen, took out the breakfast she had bought that morning, and prepared to bring it into the inner room.
When he passed by Eighteen, he saw her staring at the food box with shining eyes, and Erjiu asked with a smile, "It smells good, right?"
Eighteen licked his lips and nodded.
Erjiu twisted her waist to avoid Eighteen's sight, showing her little white teeth and smiling wickedly, "I bought this for the master. I'll just let you smell it, not even look at it." No matter how disgusted she was, she could only eat the food he cooked on the table!
Erjiu knew that he was not a good cook, so when he saw that A'ruan hadn't gotten up yet in the morning, he went out to the morning market to buy some food.
Eighteen got up to practice martial arts and smelled the fragrance from a distance. She followed it to the kitchen and found out there was no share for her. She became unhappy immediately and began to dislike the meal cooked by Erjiu.
After listening to the two bickering, Wei Min smiled and shook his head, and said to Erjiu, "The master has woken up, you can go in."
Erjiu let out a crisp sigh and then went into the house.
Wei Min and A'ruan were not arrogant people, and Eighteen had always eaten with them. Later, when Yang Qinyue came, there was no servant around her, so she had to rely on A'ruan for food and accommodation.
Wei Min was already somewhat dissatisfied with Eighteen being the only one eating for free, and he became even more unhappy when he saw one more mouth to feed, so he hurriedly sent Yang Qinyue away.
Her husband was to be loved, not married to cook for someone.
Now that Erjiu has come, he is responsible for cooking for Shiba and Yang Qinyue, saying that it allows him to practice his cooking skills.
Erjiu didn't know if it was intentional or if he really had no talent for cooking, but the food he cooked for the two of them was either undercooked or the porridge was mushy.
Yang Qinyue was living under someone else's roof and didn't know the difference between grains, so she could only endure such unappetizing meals.
The author has something to say: This morning Erjiu brought Yang Qinyue's meal to his room. It was not breakfast he made himself, but breakfast he bought.
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"The master said you were leaving today. You must not have eaten well on the long journey, so he asked me to buy you some pumpkin porridge that you like." Erjiu put the food on the table for him and sighed with his eyes squinting, "The master is so good to you."
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People are all made of flesh and blood. Don't be like a snake that wants to bite people after warming up its body.
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Erjiu stared at Yang Qinyue with his clear eyes without blinking. Seeing that he was biting his lips and his eyes were flickering, not daring to look at her, she picked up the lunch box and went out with satisfaction.
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I am afraid of being censored, so I leave a few free words here [clasped hands]
Small Theater
18: Who cooked the meal?
29: I
18: (disdainful) Then I won’t eat it
Erjiu: (smiles) Then you can only choose to starve to death
Eighteen: _(:зゝ∠)_
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